User blog comment:Bartholomew Bilberry Bowstring/The First of Many/@comment-32303-20160426040820/@comment-26024035-20160506155038

The otter shoved the door open and stepped inside, his eyes immediately widening in awe as they fell upon the legendary weapon. He bent down next to the blade, staring into his reflection on the starforged metal. "M... Martin..." His brow furrowed slightly. "'E spoke t' ye?"